[This is an updated and expanded version of a post from my ExtranetEvolution.com blog.]

I don’t republish companies’ press releases on my ExtranetEvolution blog, which is focused on a particular niche area of construction collaboration and related technologies. As an expert in that field, I try to be discriminating in what I write about, but some marketing people naively assume I will automatically publish anything. Last week I received an email asking:

“We are interested to publish our company news in Extranet Evolution; I could not navigate the place to find the details of how to submit the article. Please send us the details.”

I responded, patiently explaining:

“ExtranetEvolution is a blog, and so doesn’t have a news-posting service. However, if you have something that you think I should write about it, please email me a copy or send me a link to the relevant page on your website.”

Nonetheless, I still received a news release attached to an email asking me to “publish this article in your website”. It had some relevance to project collaboration, but not enough to excite me to write about it (and the writer’s apparent ignorance of blogging didn’t help).

(By the way, if you want sites that will automatically publish your company news, there are quite a few free press release sites around – typing “free press release” into Google gives over a million results – but you will get better results from some paid-for services – PRnewswire is one I have used in the past, PRWeb also gets good reviews).

I find myself in a curious kind of role reversal. As a PR practitioner I have spent 2o years creating and distributing news releases, understanding that journalists select stories that they regard as relevant and newsworthy to their readership. Now, as a blogger, I am in the same position, fielding approaches from companies seeking coverage. While there are undoubtedly blogs – more correctly, splogs or flogs – which shamelessly reproduce everything they receive or which are created to promote particular companies, most bloggers will, I hope, have a more discerning policy. So if you don’t want to end up shunned like the unnamed company above, it can pay to do some research into the blogger’s attitude to news releases. This is my own view….

10 ways for PR or marketing people to engage with me, the blogger

1. By all means, send me your news releases, but make sure they are relevant to the blog. I often link to news releases and reproduce extracts from them, but – just like mainstream media outlets – I am selective about what I write about and how I present it.
2. Actually reading the blog would be a good start.
3. Better still, show me that you have read it – it can help sometimes if you identify a previous post on a related topic and perhaps drop me an email or a Tweet to explain why your release is relevant.
4. You can also use my blog’s comment facilities; I monitor all comments, so can pick up on interesting information added through that route.
5. Also, as I’m not a full-time blogger, I pick the topics I judge most important in the time I’ve got available to write about them. So save me some time by making relevant photos, logos, screengrabs, quotes, videos, etc readily available, along with links to relevant websites and – yes – blogs.
6. Use your company blog (you do have one, don’t you?) to build conversations with me and other bloggers….
7. Invite comments on your blog posts.
8. Provide RSS feeds from your blog and your news pages
9. Tweet your news and blog posts – I usually check Twitter before I look at my email these days.
10. Invite bloggers and other opinion-formers to write guest posts.

Remember and do these things and I’m sure we’ll soon be getting along famously….

Silentium Amoris

by Oscar Wilde

As often-times the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

A word, if I may, on the words “Tweet” and “Blog”…

Spoken and Written Language are incredibly potent forms of communication that can be quite artistic when used by the right people. Poets, Politicians, Professors, Novelists, and Song Writers have all proven that – when used creatively and correctly – man can create beauty through words, speaking to our inner emotions, fears, and desires through simple sounds and lines on a page.

And then the internet dweebs started pulling words like ‘Tweet’ and ‘Blog’ out their asses.

Are there any less pleasant sounding words currently in common use today that aren’t a part of George Carlin’s ‘Seven Words’? I mean, I realize my mind does go to weird and unholy places sometimes, but am I the only one who immediately relates Blog to Blumpkin and Tweet to Skeet-Skeet-Skeet? I guess that latter comparison makes at least partial sense. After all, ‘Tweeting’ is essentially verbally ejaculating all over the internet’s face for a googly-eyed audience just waiting to gobble up the nonsense Twitter users are shooting out. I’m sure those Twitter users feel a sense of euphoria post-’Tweeting’ because they’ve just shared with the world some mindless emotional tid bit from their life, and web-surfers have become the whores wanting to be shared with again, and again, and again.

Blogs are a different animal. Now, I realize that – by all technicalities -’The Peanut Gallery’ is a blog., but what the hell ever happened to calling such things “personal websites” or hell even “e-journals”? What oh-so-genius moron decided that ‘blog’ was shorthand for ‘personal site’? More importantly, why did ‘writing an article for my blog’ become ‘BLOGGING’??? “Blogging -  the smashing together of ‘Blumpkin’ and ‘Flogging’…that about sums it up.” Thus, in short, pouring your heart out on your e-journal is the physical equivalent to being flogged whilst receiving a blumpkin.

I’m sure my quasi-English Major sensibilities are being tweaked more than the average human being on this, but c’mon people!

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My Foto Blog, or as I like to call it – FLOG

…it’s not just arse!

[In vista del concerto fiorentino del 28 novembre al Flog di Firenze, propongo una playlist degli Yo La Tengo, rinnovando lo stesso post, traccia scaccia traccia, per i nostri lettori/ascoltatori.

Playlist:

- More stars than are in heaven, qui, tratta dall’ultimo album Popular songs (2009).

- Autumn sweater, qui, tratta da I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One (1997).

- Don’t have to be so sad, qui, da Summer sun (2003).

- Mr. Tough, qui, da I’m Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass (2006).

- From the motel 6, qui, da Painful (1993).

- Everyday, qui, da And then nothing turned itself inside-out (2000)

- The summer, qui, da Fakebook (1990)

- Mushroom cloud of hiss, qui,  da May I sing with me (1992)

- Blue line swinger, qui, da Electr-O-Pura (1995)

- The empty pool, qui, da Ride the tiger (1986)

Concludiamo, sotto,  con You can have it all, da And the nothing turned itself inside-out (2000) e buon concerto a tutti!

Essa coisa toda de querer ser celebridade deve cansar algumas pessoas, hmmmm, as que não conseguem logo, as que não conseguem jamais. Antes, e por antes digo quando a internet discada reinava nos lares brasileiros, eu lembro bem que ter um blog era super legal. As pessoas que não tinham blog tinham sites mesmo, aqueles carregados por FTP, que faziam das tripas coração para dar upload numa foto ou mesmo colocar um background. Eu fiz isso já, e olha que o tal site já foi sobre tantas coisas, sempre nerdisses nonsenses que me faziam e ainda me fazem bem, porque conbinemos…. Eu gasto muito tempo com coisas certamente inúteis pra maioria das pessoas. Mas isso vai ser assunto pra outro post, algo como o cálculo que fizemos numa aula hoje que me deixou muito assustado…. HA.

Mas então. Na época no ICQ era fácil ter amigos, era novidade, as pessoas conversavam mesmo e era agradável, entrar na net era mágico, depois da meia noite na sexta, quando a bendita flor do ICQ ficava verde, tudo mudava em nossas vidas.

Pois bem, isso tudo pra dizer como as coisas mudaram. Depois do advento do blog, feio o tal do fotolog, o flog, o flogão e similares, até que PIMBA, hoje temos um catálogo em nossas mãos, com gente com internet tão rápida que chega a ser irritante e beira o ridículo. É como entrar num supermecado on-line e, mesmo que você não vá comprar, você pode escolher o que gostaria de ter ou mesmo dar risada da cara de quem você pensa ser mais ridículo que você; é menina fazendo biquinho, é biba sem camisa, é cara bombado, é favelado no tanque tomando banho, é gente do paraná se sentindo o must na porra do Rio de Janeiro, é pseudo intelectual fotografando livros, e tudo regado à um ego imensamente grande, que nso faz quase acreditar nessa besteira toda.

Agora me vem o twitter, com pessoas realmente burraldas e outras nem tanto, algumas são inteligentes e nos fazem rir ou ler algo interessante, mas a maioria coninua na auto promoção.

Faz o seguinte; desliga tudo e fica uma semana longe, num lugar onde tenha qualquer vida real. Eu sei, não sou parâmetro, estou longe de ser perfeito e, como eu disse prum amigo meu, ninguém, ninguém põe uma foto considerada feia no orkut, isso é fato. Reflita.

O, haii der. Don’t worry, it’s not gonna be an LolCatz post. However, I am presently enjoying a big, huge bowl of Jordans Muesli with yoghurt and extra nuts so this entry may take me a while to type

I’ve noticed I haven’t been writing a whole lot about my ED recently. Honestly, it creeps in there sometimes, subtley enough – when I’m making a choice of what to eat, clothes, etc. But I’m finding he’s becoming less and less of a problem. You know what I realized? I think it has a lot to do with the people you surround yourself with. I have a whole lot of new friends at Uni who I hang with a good 95% of the time now (in and out of school) who are really supportive of more “real” body images (they don’t know about my ED… nor are they big by any means). The people I used to hang out with most of the time were extremely, extremely thin (triggering on its own sometimes) and constantly mocked bigger people – even if they weren’t the “f-word”. I haven’t seen that group of friends for alittle while. For a while it was scheduling problems, then recently I knew I’d be triggered to either limit my food or up my exercise in order to fit in better. Now, I realize I’ve been avoiding them purposely. We’ve been friends for longer, and I don’t want to lose touch with them completely, but when I look at my progress in the last few weeks vs. before, maybe it’s better the way it is.

So other than working 24/7 on school-related stuffs, I’ve also found just a bit of time to devote to my other loves – kitchen related stuffs (new love!) and shopping!!! I made some more LaraIzzybars – this time, Cashew Cookie:

Cannot wait to try these! I also forgot to mention I tried my Peanut Butter and Jelly Lara Izzybars a while ago…SO GOOD! Granted, I have nothing to compare those to, as I STILL cannot seem to find the Lara version in stores anywhere here ( saddness D: ). If I find some time this Tuesday, I’ll be heading out to the outlets to get a dress for formal and I’ll make it downtown to check out that Whole Foods! Maybe they’ll have some…

[ Jordan's Morning Crisp - Grapes - Almond Butter - Liberte Yoghurt ]

In other foodie news, I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but I have another yummy obsession. PUMPKINS! What good timing too… I’ve been eating my Kashi Pumpkin Spice bars like made recently, had me a Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte yesterday and Starbucks Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffin today for lunch. I even bought Pumpkin Granola. Oh, and one more thing…

IT’S A REAL-LIVE PUMPKIN!

So I was working and schooling all day a few days ago, and I come home to nothing less than a REAL pumpkin on my kitchen counter – courtesy of dad. It’s been sitting there for a while now, but I honestly have NO CLUE how to start with it! Like…I’m not expected to eat the whole thing at once, right? I have no experience with pumpkins! Help?

So as I mentioned, I’ve been doing some shopping recently (what else is new?). In desperate need of new fall clothes, I hit up outlets, downtown, seriously everywhere. I love putting together outfits out of random little piece I pick up different places. Fun Fact – when I was younger, I used to put outfits together in my head in church. Now I do it as I fall asleep so I know what I’m wearing the next morning

Dress - Forever 21 ($10!!!), Boots - believeitornot, Walmart! (~$20)

Wish I took a better picture of those boots, but they’re black (patent) leather, flat heel, with buckles. Like really sleek riding boots. They’re so great! And I couldn’t believe they were from WalMart! Then yesterday, I was clearly in a shoe-mood…

Forever 21! - $32

Paired those boots with leggings (been really feeling the 80s/90s ish grudgey look recently) with my new Ramones shirt and cardy. Can’t wait to wear this out! Maybe tomorrow

I’m done my Muesli and I think I’m gonna have to wrap up this post. I think I’m coming down with a cold (fingers crossed it’s not Swine Flu!!!!) and I have so sosososososo SO much work left for school tomorrow. *Sigh* Thank God for Thanksgiving long-weekend next week! Yaya!

Mucho love,

[[ izzy xoxo ]]

Allo allo! This will be a blog of firsts. Lots of experimenting, lots of pleasant surprises. Yummy and unexpected. You’ve been forewarned (:

Today I woke up feeling creative so I thought it’d be an opportune time to try a little something I’ve been looking to try for a while now!

Homemade LaraIzzybars!

I’ve been hunting the perfect recipe online for days now (in lectures, where else?). They’re all pretty similar anyways, so I finally attempted it this morning/afternoon. And it actually turned out pretty DAMN good!

Cherry Pie LaraIzzybar

~ 45 g dates (I bought whole, pitted dates)

~ 40 g dried cherries

~ 24 g dry roasted, unsalted almonds

1/8 tsp cinnamon

(When I got the ingredients and proportions, they were all in “cups”. So if you’re more comfortable using cups, all those weights are for ¼ cup. Aka, ¼ dates (they say chopped), ¼ cup dried cherries, ¼ cup almonds.)

1. Using a food processor, very powerful blender or Magic Bullet (like meh!), pulse the dates and the dried cherries until they are a thick, paste-like ball. It will sound like the end of the world. Seriously, my Magic Bullet was NOT taking kindly to those dates and cherries.
2. Take out your paste; set aside. Add almonds and cinnamon and pulse until they’re little chunks. Here’s the mistake I made: I pulsed too much because I still saw whole almond pieces. Then the rest became a fine powder. That’s hard to work with! If most of it are small hard pieces, that’s good enough! The larger chunks are fine! (How many times have you bitten into a Larabar and found a whole almond?)
3. Take that out and with your hands, mesh together date/cherry paste and almond/cinnamon mix. This will take you back to your preschool play dough days. Mix together till your get a big, ol plank o’Lara. Split the plank into two and take two pieces of saran wrap to mould into two Lara-shaped bars.
4. Store in fridge (they will be pretty warm from the heat generated by your food processor). Et voila! You have your own, homemade, CHEAPCHEAPCHEAP, __insert your name here__bars!

Now, I know you’re wondering about the taste. It tastes FANTASTIC! Mine were a little sweeter and a little more tart than the Cherry Pie Larabar (which I love, by the by). In other words, I feel like the flavours are more amplified, maybe cause I used more of each ingredient? Same texture, same look, same feel. No pretty wrapper but, meh. I’ll live. The only negative of this delish bar is the cleanup…

:S

I showed dad my bar next to a Larabar in the wrapper. Even he was impressed! And he’s never impressed by my food! Haha. I’m excited to do like other bloggers and try my Lara/Izzybars in cereal and oats now. Before, I was like, um, I’m not making my $0.50 breakfast into a $3.00 by adding my presh Larabar to it!!

Now if I could only learn to make Clif Bars, my life would be SET! Tomorrow: Peanut Butter and Jelly (:

Super-duper-uber OATS - oats, soya milk, blueberries, banana, walnuts, almonds and raisins!

Vanilla yoghurt, grapes (waay under tharr) and peanuts.

Chicken + veggies + brown rice with curry.

This will also help me in taking calories on my longass days of all-day school/work. It’s getting tough, not gonna lie. I’m finding it easier to actually, physically reach my calories for the day (even though I still wouldn’t be able to do it sans supplement. Enter LARAIZZYBARS!), but it’s just the planning and preparing that takes a shocking amount of time and effort. I wish I could just wing it like my friends. Make one thing, buy another. Whatever happens, happens type of mentality. I’m mostly concerned a) about exceeding my “comfort zone” of sodium, sat fats, etc etc (old habits die hard?). And also, b) I’m scared of actually not eating ENOUGH. Unintentionally, of course, but I still feel like I have that in me. Blurrgh. Patience, I tell myself, patience.

So yesterday something kind of spectacular happened. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently, not sure why, and this lil happening just gave me a little boost and a whole lotta motivation. I was in class and excused myself in mid lecture to go visit the little ladies room (hang in there, it gets better). I do my deed, etc, etc and notice a lil something-something. Say it ain’t so! I haven’t seen red in so long I don’t know what to do.

You heard me.

Okay, it’s certainly no heavy Aunt Flow. Spotting at best. (Though it has gotten a bit heavier today) But something’s happening down there! I’m finally doing something right! Ahh. I came out with the biggest, stupidest grin on my face. The girl doing her hair at the sink must’ve thought I was completely nuts.

So you can imagine why I’m in such a good mood today. I’m gonna wrap it up for now and hopefully do little studying or reading or SOMETHING school related! I’ve been out of it for so many months it’s hard to get into that scholarly mindset…even though it’s almost October. My other alternative is fixing up some jeans I bought yesterday at the outlets. $5 for formerly $30+ jeans! I’ll post pics of all my buys in my next entry. (:

Mucho luvv,

izzyy xxxoxo

PS. Be sure to check out this yummy giveaway by the lovely Mikey!

I thought that once I started school I’d curb down on my blogging because it would interfere with school work. No fear – school work and good grades are no match for the procrastination monster. That’s right: expect 3 posts a day, every day, from now on. Also, be cautioned, this is a long one, and quite a foodie one. You have been forewarned.

So today my rents were going out of the city for the day for some event. They invited me to go, but it was only until this morning that it started sounding appealing, and I didn’t have time to wash le hair, or prepare and plan out le food. PLUS I knew there’d be dinner there and I knew it’d make me really anxious. Plus, you know when you kinda just want some time to yourself? Even though I knew I’d be sharing my presh alone time with Salmon Rushdie and Charles Dickens (ermm, the two readings I’m working on for school, at the moment).

I woke up late (for me), just before 10 am. I started out with a yumm breakfast (that I didn’t photograph, as the rents were still around trying to get their shit together), consisting of oats, wheat germ, cinnamon, blueberries, almonds and soya milk. Mmmmm. Got back in bed, attempting to get some DAMN readings done! This did not happen, as Dr. Oz was on and then my friend decided to call me from work and talk about… absolutely nothing. Then I hear my parents tell me they’re leaving…oh shit, it’s 1 pm.

Walked over to the kitchen and make myself lunch:

Note my crisp, clean, unread coursepack in the foreground. OH, so I finally tried my Peanut Butter & Co White Chocolate Wonderful! First impression: not an overwhelming white chocolate flavour by ANY means, but I could definitely taste it. Very creamy, liked it because of its uberlow sodium count and the short ingredients list. I may buy again – does Whole Foods ever have sales? Still waiting to see how I’ll like my Kraft Creamy All-Natural PB (which I’ll open once I’m done this).

So I actually got ONE reading done. Yay, me! Got distracted by the computer, caught up on mah emails. Debated just WHAT I should make for dinner later, even though it’s only 2 pm. Got distracted, again, this time by my camera. Here’s an ever so attractive picture of myself, without a STITCH of makeup or class:

Gotta love wearing pajamas all day long on lazy Saturdays. It was killing me being inside cause it’s SO sunny outside. You know when the sky is so incredibly blue without a cloud in the sky? Almost got up and called my friend telling her that, yes, I would like to go out and get smashed tonight, but decided against it because a) I have SO much to read and b) It’s like 15 Celsius outside. Yuck.

After actually accomplishing something, and getting a few short readings done, I felt my stomach rumbling and decided to try something new – my Liberte Muesli yoghurt!

…and one more just for kicks!

First impression: I am officially switching over to Liberte yoghurt once I’m done my Danone Silhouette 0+ (which was on sale). I tried JUST the yoghurt first, sans granola/muesli and it was SO nice. A kind of creamy texture, which is ok, I’m just not a huge fan of uber creamy, but a really great flavour, too. It kind of reminded me of Nancy’s Organic Soy Yoghurt, but better. No wierd after taste. I added the muesli and was in heaven. I literarlly had to stop reading because I was so into my yoghurt. I got two of these, one Chocolate one Cranberry, on sale at Superstore. I’m getting the big containers next time – SO YUM!

A few more hours of procrastination, music, internet trouble shooting (I’m mooching off the neighbours’ wireless, atm. Ours is down again), and one more reading DONE, I realized I hadn’t watched TV for hours but didn’t feel like moving from my nice rut in the dining room. So I got up and made a small cup of Health Valley’s soup as I prepared veggies for dindin:

Ok, so I remembered this soup being so bland that it wasn`t great (no added salt), so I decided to jazz it up by adding a meager ¼ tsp of black pepper.

BIG MISTAKE.

It was SO spicy I couldn’t feel my throat. I was like, well, it’s a waste if I don’t finish it, and so I had to try to get that 1 cup down. UGHHH. Fail. I diluted it to death with water, so at least I had a veggie broth left over, right? Ugh.

After a few more reading (attempts) and snacks, I decided upon baked sweet potato with tuna and veggies for dinner. Do you remember the days when you’d imagine living on your own and being left to your own devices to make dinner? And the first thing that’d come to your head would be, like “POPTARTS!” or “NUTELLA AND CUPCAKES!”. Not anymore, veggies ALL tha way.

But I digress… WHY TO POTATOS TAKE FIFTY BAJILLION HOURS TO BAKE? So yeah, I gave after an hour and a bit and microwaved the scka. One day I’ll find the patience to actually have it baked, haha. Oh, and make sweet potato fries. Yessir.

Omg, you guys, it was SO SO good! Tuna, salmon and sushi I think are the only things preventing me from going completely veg. (You’ll also be happy to know that this Clover Leaf tuna is dolphin safe ) I mixed half a tin of tuna with some of the innards of my sweet potato and a tablespoon of hummus. AHHmazing. Will be having this again.

So now it’s after 9 in the evening. I still have a Clif Bar to eat to meet my daily calorie intake (yes, I’m learning to eat later!!! But it’s only cause I go to sleep after 1 am…always ). The people across the street are having a loud party – whatevs. They play cool music/I’ll just crank up my own. You know what question I hate more than anything? “What kind of music do you listen to?” If you took one look at my iTunes, you’d find (almost) every possible genre of music. Except for…polka? And country. But I do have a John Denver song or two on there. Blah.

I’m just about done my readings for the day. Or I’ve just suddenly become a realist and decided to stop lying to myself telling myself I will read it. I think I’ll hop on the elliptical for a bit before I eat my Clif Bar (Chocolate Peanut Butter Crisp, can I hear a holla?). Sorry again about the eternally long post! Till next time…

izzyy.

xxxxoxo

PS. Check out this yummy giveaway from the lovely Mel @ CookinFanatic!

Originaria de Moscú, Rusia, y habiendo vivido 10 años en las Bahamas con su marido y dos niños, Elena Kalis es una fotógrafa que sabe captar la belleza…bajo el agua (lo cual es bastante difícil)

Algunas de sus imágenes han sido usadas para libros, revistas o portadas de CD’s :

Más : Elena Kalis Photo

Hey, hello! I’m not gonna bother making excuses about not posting as frequently anymore… school’s just started and already it’s become maad overwhelming. Atleast two days a week I’m out of home for more than 12 hours at a time so I have to pack up ALL my food for the day and make sure it accumulates to the calories I’m supposed to be eating. Which also means a LOT of late night cookin’ pour moi. Mama thinks I’m turning into a Paula Dean-type crazy cooking lady cause everytime she walks into the kitchen there’s SOME kind of nut butter out and I’m slathering some piece of bread of another with it and piling on the (veggie) cold cuts. YES I PUT ALMOND BUTTER ON MY VEGGIE TURKEY SANDWICHES.

To be honest, if I had written this entry yesterday or within the past few days, its tone would’ve been completely different. I’ve been feeling really down the past few days. I feel like the weight is finally starting to show, despite the number on the scale are moving pretty slowly. I want to assure you, they ARE moving UP, just more slowly. I’ve just been feeling really bad about mah bod the past few days… jeans still fit me (though I imagine they’re tighter), and everything else. I even measured my legs today and they are EXACTLY THE SAME.

Numbers don’t lie, but ED does.

This is why this disease is the worst ever. My BMI is still dangerously low, I know I’m still underweight. I’m OBVIOUSLY not healthy, or I’d have my period, yet I look at myself in the mirror and see an ever expanding blob of fat. Rational-Izzy keeps telling me that it’s Ed talking, that dumb, old, senile slutbag that sits in my head. But Ed insists that his vision is better than Rational-Izzy (even though the bitch has cataracts…jussayin), and he can tell that I’m getting bigger. They have this enternal power struggle that changes day to day in my head and I’m SO completely EXHAUSTED mentally from hearing both their voices. Bleeeeurgh.

Sorry about the rant, frankly this is the only place I can get out all my ED frustrations. I love my friends to death but I think it’s really difficult for people who don’t deal with feelings about food and body this strong to sympathize, especially since they always (kind) jokingly chastise me for my healthy eating and the fact that I’m NOT overweight. I promise that from here on in, this entry will be much lighter (:

So today I had the day off and we went around and did some errands. I also wanted to pick up some produce so we went shopping. We dropped by the grocery store and I decided I wanted to make mini-pizza for lunch, SO I bought CHEESESTRING!!! Haha, suck on THAT Ed… I haven’t had cheese for I don’t know HOW long…

They were uber yum. Just a WW thin burger bun, 2 tbsp of Ragu sauce, 1 cheese string, some cherry tomatoes cut up with green pepper and VOILA! *Droolz*

Then I noticed a dollar store and I remember that I needed pens. Do you ever go into dollar stores for one thing, then see other stuff and go like “Wellllll, I don’t REALLLY need it, but it’s ONLY a dollar…”. Ya, that’s so me. So I grab like $7 worth of stuff and I pick up a pack of…TWIZZLERS! I’d been craving those for AGES. Every time I’d go to a store, I’d have a hard time showing whoever I was with that I wanted candy. (Ed…irrational…ugh) So I grabbed it for myself and guess what – I cannot EFFING wait to eat it.

Finally, we stopped by a Real Canadian Superstore to get some yoghurt that was on sale. Well they didn’t have any more BUT they have (and I don’t have a picture so I’ll just say it…) CLIF BARS! Okay, seriously, a box of 12 bars that usually goes for $20 (still a pretty rad price, comparitavly) was going for $9.99! Funny, cause just the night before, during my little mini ED breakdown, I told myself I was gonna try to wean myself off my supplements (mostly cause of the fat content…etc). It’s like God wanted me to challenge that voice and, for no good reason, made those bars go on sale!

And, why yes, I bought two whole boxes. (: (Black Cherry Almond and Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter Crunch)

Before I post some other random eats of the past few days, here’s the much requested Blueberry Muffin recipe from last time, which I borrowed and slightly revised, as well as a refresher picca:

Blueberry Oatmeal Muffins

1 1/4 cups Quaker One Minute Oats

1 cup all-purpose flour (I wouldn’t say use WW flour because, 1, there’s a helluva lotta fibre in the oats themselves and 2, you’d need to change the ratio because WW flour doesn’t rise as easily…but to each their own…try it out and let me know!)

1/3 cup white sugar

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 cup 2% milk

1 whole egg

1/4 cup vegetable oil

1 cup blueberries

1. Combine the oats, flour, sugar, and baking powder.
2. Mix in milk, egg, and oil; mix just until dry ingredients are moistened.
3. Fold/mix in blueberries. (Gently!! Or they ooze berry juice!!)
4. Fill greased muffin cups 2/3 full with batter.
5. Bake at 425 degrees F (220 degrees C) for 20 to 25 minutes.

Makes 12-18 muffins. (Depending on the size of your mould…the original recipe said 12…my moulds, apparently, were small so I got 18)

Mmmmmmm…muffins! These tasted verrrry nice warmed up in the microwave the day after as well. So I vote for making the big batch, indulging, keeping a few out for the next day and freezing the rest a la Vitamuffins. $7 for a box of 4 mahASSSSS….

As much as I’d like to procrastinate my readings even more, I really should start those…esspecially seeing as I’ve accomplished all of NOTHING so far today. OH, hey, by the by, I got another job! It’s at school, and it’s as an admin assistant/notetaker for disabled students. I start Monday and I’m very excited! I still have my telesales job, once a week at the moment. I hope I can juggle both my jobs AND school AND recovery. Keep your fingers crossed for me!!

izzyy

xoxoxoxxxx

…Menos ESO!

(no pos sí, clarísimo) Llame ya !! (te va a gustar)

Hello pretties! School’s started and the end of summer is damn near – which is mainly why I haven’t been around as much as I would have liked. I’m trying to soak up every last ray I possibly can, particularly after this wet and shoddy summer we’ve just experienced.

I’ve been doing not terribly. It’s hard to say it’s been completely smooth sailing because we’ve all got “those moments”. I feel like I’m getting a bit better about challenging my ED. I’ve been looking into ways of getting out of calorie counting, because I can easily say it’s become an obsession, but it’s become such a security blanket for me that at the moment I’m not ready to let it go. I’d just love to adopt a system that would ensure that I’m eating enough calories (by the way, my metabolism is catching up faster than I can keep up – I may have to increase AGAIN within the next few days…eek), but also allow me to have meals at places that don’t list their nutritional info, like little bistros and cafes and farmers markets. I’m open to suggestions!!

Speaking of farmer’s markets, we went out to one again this morning. They had the most amazing looking foods available – these casserole-type things and HUUUGE ginger cookies. I was too freaked out by not knowing what was in it – plus I’d just had a big breakfast – so I passed. Blah.

So I’ve been cooking a LOT recently. I’ve had to since some days I’m in school for 10 hours at a time and I have to pack shatloads of foodstuffs. I’m becoming increasingly obsessed with “Le Stir Fry”…

Tofu, green pepper, carrots, celery and broccoli - today's seasoning: GINGER!

AAND, just this past week, I ventured into the deep, foreign world of BAKING!

Tray 1 baking!

Tray 2 cooling!

I’d been craving blueberry muffins SO much recently, and we still had a blahjillion left over from our last berry picking excursion.

The fam weren’t crazy about them, but I liked them! I did the nutritional analysis on CalorieCount for them and they turned out to be ~100 calories a piece…SCREW VITAMUFFINS I just made my own! I had 5 the day of, plus several more the next day (: I can definitely post the recipe if anyone’s interested…

I just checked my camera and apparently this is the only (other) foodie picture I’ve taken all week. FAIL Well, here it is just for kicks:

Oatmeal Crisp cereal w/ cherries, banana, almonds and soy milk

And now for a completely random question: Does anyone know how to make Oat Bran smooth, not lumpy and gross? Not watery/liquidy, just smooth and creamy… I cannot get a hang of this and I’m trying to find a nice alternative to oatmeal. Anyone anyone?

Sorry for the quickie entry but I’ve got some cleaning left to do in my room – my Ikea units are assembled and are in the process of being filled! I’m also trying to clear out my closet and sell some of my useless stuff… why do I have two TNA bags that I’ve never used??? (Birthday presents) Look out for an eBay/Craig’s List closet blowout!

xoxoxx

izzyy.

“Oh she needs a good spanking for sure.  Can you tie her hands in front of her now?”

“I’ll let you do it,” He said, starting to remove the ropes from my arms.  He patiently talked Her through the process until my hands were bound in front of me, each wrist wrapped several times and tied in the middle.  “On your hands and knees.”

“That’s a good little slut,” She said and patted me on the head.  I met eyes with Her and then She moved to stand behind me with Jason.  “Doesn’t she have a great ass?”

“Oh yes, I agree with you there,” He replied.  “But it looks so much better when it’s all red.”

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” She said, giving it a playful but painless smack.

“Do you want to use the flogger?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Well I’ll go get it just in case.”  He went to get it and tickled me across the back with it before setting it between my teeth.  Honestly I was a  little scared, my girlfriend/Mistress and I had been together for over a year.  There was no reason for me to distrust Her.  She and I hadn’t played too much with pain but She had already shown a clear ability for putting the hurt on.  Now in this intense situation, with an aroused audience, I knew that I was in for quite a wallop.  My arms shook and I had trouble catching my breath holding the flogger tightly between my teeth.  I was there only to please Them and that was exactly what I intended to do.

“One, two, three,” He counted and his hand smacked my ass.  She followed suit on the other cheek.  I started loosing all sensory perception besides the sting of their smacks but I could vaguely hear their amused conversation, comparing the pink hand prints on my back side.  I moaned and whimpered, the sound muffled by the handle of the flogger in my mouth, which was growing heavier by the moment.  My pussy pulsated, begging to be released and filled.  Just as I felt my mind slipping away, Jason grabbed my hair almost as if he sensed it, and pulled hard.  “Do you like that?”  My neck was jerked back uncomfortably and my eyes couldn’t help but meet his.  Even as the tears stood in them he could read the resounding answer, “YES.”

She walked around and tilted my chin up, smiling lovingly.  I whimpered, begging with my eyes to have the heavy flogger removed from my teeth.  She complied, handing it to Jason.  “I think I’d like to use her mouth for something better.”  He chuckled and took the flogger from her.

She proceeded to present me with her pussy.  I could tell from the sweet aroma that she was already very wet.  The way my hands were tied, and I was holding myself up, I really had very little control over where my head went.  She grabbed me my my hair and pushed my face it into her as I heard Jason behind me snapping the flogger.  I thought I might cry, I was so overwhelmed and overstimulated.  But I could barely breathe the way Mistress pushed my face hard into her pussy and my tongue stud tickled her clit in just the right spot.  I rode the wave when she came, writhing and thrashing as she does, so intense that Master dropped what he was doing just to watch.  I escaped injury but was excited to catch a full breath when she released my head.

“Here, I have an idea,” he said.  He pulled my hands behind my head.  I glanced over to notice that he was already hard again and my pussy ached to feel him inside me.  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded.  “Say it out loud,” He said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look in his eyes.

“Yes, Sir, I want you to fuck me, please.”

“Well I think it’s time for me to try your tight little ass, would you like that?”

I hesitated for a moment.  I like anal sex but don’t particularly like having my ass torn to shreds.  But I didn’t doubt Master’s patience and compassion so I whispered, “Yes, please.”

With my face again buried in Mistress’s pussy, I felt Him putting lube all over himself and me.  His finger on my ass was amazingly intense.  Patiently he pushed at it with his cock and I tried my best to breathe deeply.  He pushed until he felt resistance then paused…yes he knew what he was doing.  I felt myself relax and he pushed in bit by bit until he filled me up, groaning, “Oh it’s so tight.”  I wiggled a bit to let him know I was ready.  I have a sweet spot deep in there and his long cock had no trouble reaching it.  With only a few slow thrusts I was thrown in to an out of control orgasm.  My ass squeezed his cock deliciously with each contraction of ecstasy.

“Please fuck it hard!” I cried out before going back to work on Mistress’s clit with my tongue.  To be pleasing both of them at the same time was an exquisite gift.  And to my great satisfaction, they both came together, their pleasure washing over me like ocean waves.  We fell into a pile on the floor but Mistress wasn’t done with me yet.

“So, Jason, you’ve showed me a thing or two now it’s my turn to show you something,” She said.  I looked at her and smiled, not sure what she had in mind but it was sure to be fun.  She rolled me over onto my back and reached for my pussy, still soaking wet.  “Have you ever seen a woman squirt?”  She asked.

“I have read about it but I’ve never experienced it first hand.”

I trembled as she set to work, gradually working her fingers inside of me until her whole fist was in there and I writhed uncontrollably.  She had learned to anticipate it was going to come and said, “Here she goes, check this out.”  The warm fluid poured out of me and they both made impressed exclamations.  But she didn’t stop until she made me come again and I feared I would never stop.  Finally she pulled her hand out of me and said, “Do that to a woman and you will truly own her.”  I laughed weakly, completely spent from the experience.

When I could move again I kissed both their feet and thanked them for the unforgettable experience.

Um amigo perguntou o que é Flickr. Juntei algumas informações e preparei a resposta:

Flickr é um serviço que permite guardar, organizar, procurar e compartilhar suas fotos na internet. Adota o popular sistema de categorização de arquivos por meio de tags (expressão em inglês que poderia ser traduzida como etiquetas). O Flickr também pode ser considerado um flog.
O Flickr tem uma versão gratuita e uma versão pró (paga). A versão gratuita tem um limite de 200 fotos expostas. Mesmo que você publique mais de 200 fotos na versão gratuita, elas não serão apagadas, mas o Flickr exibe apenas as últimas 200 fotos que você publicou. Na versão pro não há limites para o número de fotos publicadas. Se você migrar da versão gratuita para a versão paga, poderá ter acesso à todas às fotos que já publicou.

Segundo o próprio site, vamos esclarecer algumas dúvidas:

De quantas fotos e vídeos posso fazer o upload gratuitamente?
Quando você tem uma conta gratuita do Flickr, pode fazer upload de dois vídeos e 100 MB de fotos por mês.
Embora o limite de 100 MB de largura de banda para fotos seja fixo, permitimos uma pequena margem para vídeos, no caso de você encontrar erros de conversão ou sincronização de som. Você poderá excluir e fazer upload de um novo vídeo. Seu limite de uploads é zerado à meia-noite no Fuso horário do Pacífico (fuso horário da sede do Flickr) no primeiro dia de cada mês. Não é possível recuperar parte da sua cota mensal excluindo fotos. Se você tem uma conta gratuita, poderá ver seu limite na página de upload.
Conta gratuita:
• Limite mensal de envio de fotos de 100 MB (10 MB por foto)
• 2 envios de vídeo por mês (máximo de 90 segundos, 150 MB por vídeo)
• Visualização de galeria limitada às 200 fotos mais recentes
• Possibilidade de postar qualquer foto em até 10 galerias de grupos
• Acesso limitado a imagens menores (redimensionadas) (mas as originais ficam gravadas, caso queira fazer o upgrade posteriormente)

Quais são as vantagens de uma conta Pro?
Ao fazer o upgrade para uma conta por R$ 45,90/ano, você tem estas vantagens:
• Envio ilimitado de fotos (20 MB por foto)
• Envio ilimitado de vídeos (máx. 90 segundos, 500 MB por vídeo)
• O recurso de exibir Vídeo HD
• Armazenamento ilimitado
• Largura de banda ilimitada
• Arquivamento de imagens originais em alta resolução
• Recurso de substituição de fotos
• Possibilidade de postar qualquer foto ou vídeo em até 60 galerias de grupos
• Navegação e compartilhamento livres de anúncios
• Contagem de visualizações e estatísticas dos links de entrada

Quer conhecer mais, faça um tour no site agora mesmo!

“You might wear clothing made in Indonesia, drive a Japanese car fueled by Saudi Arabian oil, watch a British program on a South Korean television set, and eat Mexican food while being served by a Salvadorian… To be living in this century and to not know the world is a shameful indictment of our education system.”

- Marc Mancini, Travel Professional

I remember shopping with my friend years ago and finding a pair of possibly the ugliest shoes we’ve ever seen made by a company called Chinese Laundry. We thought it was hilarious and it was a big inside joke between us until she moved away and we lost touch. It wasn’t until several years later when I was visiting my grandma in New Jersey and we went to Macy’s that I found out that Chinese Laundry is a really fancy, expensive brand. Who’d a thunk it, with a name like that?

The only reason I brought it up s because there’ll be quite a bit of talk about Chinese food in this entry, and it’ll probably run a little long. You have been forewarned (:

So yesterday, Dad suggested going out for lunch/dinner to a Chinese Buffet. (We call it “Lunch/Dinner” because we always go at about 1/1:30 cause it’s cheaper that way. Recessionista!) Okay… TOTALLY out of my safety zone. I had banned all commercially prepared Chinese food – particularly those serve buffet style since the very start of my ED. If this wasn’t reason enough to freak out, I don’t know what is. In the end, I decided to go and eff ED. If I’ve challenged him as much as I have over the past few days, then I can handle this, right?

RIGHT?

So we went. I was really worried about, of all things, UNDEReating and OVERexcercising. I had two almost full plates of food – mostly veggies and seafood (and SUSHI!!!!! <3). Oh, and I discovered a new love of my life – SHRIMP! Ohmagawsh, why has NO ONE informed me of the wonders of shrimp before yesterday??? I guess I was always thrown off by the fact it resembled ultrasound pictures of fetuses/sleeping kittens. But, no, that shitzas AMAZING!

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So anyways, my first two plates were completely deprived of fried/crispy ANYTHING. Honestly, even the broccoli tasted oily and bleh. But I sucked it up and had just about everything, except, like I said fried stuff. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I though I had failed until my dad informed me of THE DESSERT table. Upon returning from one trip to the DESSERT TABLE I knew I had reached my daily calorie count.

Atleast.

Honestly, I don’t even have much of a sweet tooth, but there was SO much selection and it was all really rich a lovely. I left a devastatingly happy camper… albeit redonkulously bloated (damn SODIUMMMM!!!).

So the buffet went well, and I even managed to have a snack after (this was mighty forced, though, I was stuffed for the rest of the day).

Parfait fail ):

Even though I was glad I was able to go out with the fam and have a day of “normalcy”, it’s really not something I think I’ll be doing again soon. All personal anxiety aside, I just don’t feel well after eating out at places like that. I’ll take my healthily home prepared food any day, thank ya very much. Sometimes it’s just nice to rub a little something into ED’s face, just to remind him who’s the boss (:

Today started out awesomely lovely. It felt so good to go back to counting. Honestly, call it a safety net or whatever you want but I feel so much better on days that I count (unless I’m going out and getting stupid drunk with my friends – there’s nothing better than good, free times with friends (: ), even if I have to eat a lot. I think I’m gonna have to increase (again) soon, because my gains seem to be slowing down. I have no clue how I’m gonna handle eating all this food once school starts. I’m gonna be there, some days, from 9am-8pm. OY.

Sorry I get sidetracked so much – I write like I talk and I go off on tangents all the time Today dad and mama and I decided to go back to our fave health food store in the city, The Big Carrot, to get some more goodies. I also recently found out that there’s a two Whole Foods locations in Southern Ontario – one downtown-ish Toronto and one in Oakville. Dad hates driving & parking downtown so we decided to go to the one in Oakville (40-ish minutes outside of the city). I was planning on getting lunch, a blueberry muffin, from The Big Carrot, but they didn’t have blueberry and I wasn’t feeling daring enough to try a different flavour. So instead I grabbed a yoghurt and we proceeded to trek it out to Whole Foods…

Vanilla Organic Soy yoghurt... not great, not terrible. Will try berry next time (:

First Impressions – Holy shitza, this store is MAD expensive!!! And who buys tomatos per 100 g?? Like basically isn’t one tomato 100g??? Really, Whole Foods, really? No, but the store is really big and nice. The staff are very, very helpful (having worked in retail, I find this mind boggling – there’s no way they make minimum like the rest of us). The selection is really good. I nearly shat myself when I found Peanut Butter & Co Peanut Butter!!! And Kind Bars!!! And different kinds of Jordan’s Cereal!!! I was really looking forward to trying the Peanut Butter and Jelly Larabar but they didn’t have it I took a picture of my own main purchases from The Big Carrot and Whole Foods…

Really wishing I got the Cinnamon Raisin Swirl Peanut Butter & Co too, but seriously, one jar was $5.99, so I stuck with the love of my life – White Chocolate. OH and I also found some really low sodium (5mg!!!) Chinese Ginger stirfry marinade, so when I got home (after and Starbucks pit stop, of course. Did I ever mention that getting my dad addicted to Starbucks, like myself, was the best move of my life??? ;D), I made myself a little somethin-somethin…

It’s a StirfryJoe! (Erm…named after Sloppy Joes…?). I stirfried half a green pepper, diced with two slices of Yves Veggie Turky, diced, with two tablespoons of my Ginger Marinade, then put that on a thin WW bun. It was very, verrrry good. Tonight, because I missed out on having blueberry muffins at The Big Carrot, I’m gonna try my own recipe – Blueberry Oat Muffins. I’ll let ya know how it goes!

That seems like kind of a longish entry so I’ll leave it at that, if you’re still reading (: I can’t believe school starts this week! Summer went by so, so fast! The weather’s gorg today but I’ll be in my room all day assembling my Ikea units and moving all my clothes into them. My room is in desperate, desperate need of a good scrubbin’.

Mucho love,

izzyy.

xoxoxoxxxx

PS. Check out this yummy giveaway from the lovely Heather!

Ever have a moment where you open your mouth and nothing remotely intelligent comes out? That was me today…I totally struck out every which way….yikes…can I/will I ever regain my self respect…sheesh….practice solitude and quietness and perhaps that is the recipe for self preservation….I do like the concept of a do over, but real life doesn’t always provide those, at least not fully with true forgiveness of the aformentioned stoopeedeetee….well I can only flog myself so much, now I’m off to find a book to put me to sleep….

Ciao darlings, and happy September! It’s such a gorgeous sunny day in my city and I just got back from blueberry picking, so you can see why I’m in such a good mood, dispite having several encouters with my old foe, ED in the past few days. I’m also incredibly excited nervous AHH about school next week! I actually have exactly one week today till I start all the late night essay writings. Oh, joy.

Like I just mentioned, we went blueberry picking early this morning. The crops are getting slimmer and slimmer (end of summahhh D:) but we still managed to pick quite a shitload…

$10 for all that!

…so no doubt I’ll be having quite a few of those in every meal for the next few days. (: I’m not complaining… my next thing I want to attempt to make is blueberry pancakes, or maybe even blueberry muffins (not from a mix). Just an hour ago I finally made my Cream Cheese Pasta Salad which is chilling in the fridge as I write.

Did any of you find in your weight gain that by a certain point in your weight gain, you don’t feel like your getting “fatter” anymore? I finally had this moment. Two days ago I did my weekly weigh in and I was feeling really good about myself that day, for some reason. I got on the scale and the weight was quite a bit higher than I had expected. Which is good…except I kept hearing that voice in my head

Ugh, you’re getting F**, you cow. Best chuck the rest of that Ben & Jerry’s before you gain ANOTHER ## lbs.

Uhm, no, stfu ED, that’s what I’m trying to do. And I feel amazing so POO on YOU.

Uhh…ermm…eeeh… *goes back to his corner in mah brain*

Then today when we were getting Starbucks on our way home, I got cat called by some very pretty construction workers. YES, I know this is demeaning to women but I’ve found that since I’ve started getting some of mah currrves back (hahahaha if you wanna call my washboard ass a CURVE), I’ve been getting more attention from guys compared to when I looked really emaciated. More attention from cute boys? ED doesn’t like this one bit.

I’ve been, yet again, slacking on photographing my food stuffs, mostly because I eat a lot of the same things… but in the past few days I’ve tried a few new ones…

This is actually a bowl...aka a half a box...tbh, it didn't taste as good as I remember it being in my childhood - awfully fake tasting

Hot yoghurt mess - served cool

Fresh off the stove top & outta the fridge - my cool pasta & veg salad

I’m eating my pasta salad right now and it’s VERY VERY yum! Maybe more spices next time… or a flavoured cream cheese instead of plain. Still…SOO good. And it’s not even whole grain! ED would normally be yelling at me right now only he’s having convultions in the corner as a result of TWO hugh jass servings of pasta in only three days. RIP?

Anyways, sorry for the quickie but right now it’s cleaning, cooking dinner and off to work! Hope you’re all having a fabulous day/night wherever you are!!

xoxoxoxxxx

izzyy.

Everything is such a jumbled mess in my head still since I was lost in the ecstasy of the moment…I hope the Master will forgive me if I don’t get the details in exactly the right order.

He tied my hands in front of me.   His fingers burned all over my skin as my breath quickened and my hands continued to caress his cock through his shorts.  Pulling off my bra he pinched my nipples.  When I stiffened and cried out in pain he said, “That’s right, take the pain for me.”  He whispered in my ear exactly what he was going to do to me to do to me.  I trembled with excitement as I fell on all fours and waited for him to get the flogger.

Pulling off my panties he went right to work.  The tendrils of the flogger lapped and scratched my skin and I wanted nothing more in the world than to please him.  “I am waiting between strokes to watch the red appear,” he explained.  After it was nice and ruddy, he rubbed his hands all over my sore ass.  The pleasure was so intense that I almost came from that simple act.  Then I felt something sharp raking across my singed skin…I couldn’t tell what it was, I feared it might be a razor or a knife.  The only sound I could hear was my breath which caught in my throat.  Later I learned it was the condom wrapper.

I don’t remember being pulled to my feet but I remember standing in his arms when he ordered me to ask for his cock.  “Please, Sir, I want your cock.”

“Look into my eyes when you say that,” he said.

“Please, Sir, I want your cock,” I repeated, still feeling shy when I gazed into his blue eyes.

He murmured something about doing it because He wanted to and then I was back on all fours, soaking wet with need.  When he plunged his cock inside me I was blind, unable to sense anything except every cell and nerve in my pussy tingling for him.  I have never been so much in the moment, in my body, completely giving of myself for his pleasure.  Making good on his promise, he slammed his body into my sore ass, prolonging the pain and reminding me that I was his alone.  His hand covered my mouth and I found it hard to breathe.  Then when my shoulders could no longer support me and my head sank to the floor, he grabbed the rope and pulled my hands to the back of my neck.  I wanted his cock inside me forever, wishing I could float in the ocean of desire and servitude just a little while longer.

The orgasm ripped through him and I felt the power in it…it seemed to last for minutes as I rode the wave of pleasure with him, again linked so that our pleasure was one and the same.  He lingered for a long moment inside of me before moving away.  I collapsed with my face on the floor and my bound hands above my head.

He was quiet afterward and I feared that I might not have pleased him properly.  He assured me that he just wasn’t feeling well.   I began to realize that the dynamic is changing between us, he is training me, even though I might not have realized it.  At first I came because I so desperately needed to be punished for my own fulfillment…but that is becoming more and more irrelevant.  Now I see that if I am to be a truly good sub, I should have no desire but to please him.  And his pleasure is truly mine.

‘Ello ladies and gents! I so completely fail at blogging. Honestly though, this week’s been pretty nuts and I haven’t been home very much at all. Now, my ‘rents are out visiting friends and I declined the invite because I’ve been uber craving some me time.

Last time I wrote was exactly a week ago, my birthday! Which went quite well, I must say. This whole week I’ve been challenging my ED because I’ve been eating out and drinking a lot. And I mean, A LOT. Haha I’m feeling pretty bloated as a result and I’m pretttty sure the number on the scale’s gonna be skewed as a result, but I’m not really caring. Because I’ve been having LOADS of fun. Yesterday, I had Peanut Butter Oreo Cheesecake…at 10pm! With a (light) beer! HA. How’d ya like THEM apples, Ed?

On the down side, I’ve done a LOT of shopping. This is obviously not the downside for me, because as you may have gathered from my previous entries, I love to shop. But my bank account is not digging the ever shrinking numbers of its contents. I’ve run out of ways to rationalize my purhases, so I’m not even gonna bother. I’m just gonna post some of my food-related ones, seeing as this is my food blog…

FINALLY got mah All Natural PB!

I NEVER see Ben & Jerry's FroGurt in stores...so when I saw it at WalMart Superstore, I GRABBED that shitza.

I’ve been hunting a low-sodium soup…this has 20mg!! And it’s YUMMY!

A snapshot of my work snack – inside and out (:

(Ps. how yum does that Muesli look?!?)

My Guiltless Gourmet 4-Bean Chili wrap burrito thinger. UBER yum!

So I finally found Vita Muffins and Vita Tops!!!I have yet to open the VitaTops, but the Chocolate Vita Muffins were VERRY yummy. I was kinda surprised to see that they were frozen (no preservatives), but as a result, they tasted really good warmed up in my microwave. My one complaint: They’re very tiny :\ And expensive. And for a box of four, I expected some big-ass desserts, not gonna lie.

Speaking of food (haha), I’m rediscovering the joy of eating out in restaurants. The past few days I’ve eaten out, I haven’t bothered counting and haven’t even been able to find the cal-counts for the foods I’ve eaten. I’ve even forgone my “safe eat-out food” – aka salad, dressing on the side – for more exciting foods. Like yesterday, and the day before, I’ve had stirfries.

YA HEARD MEH

All the oils, greases, and soy sauces in the world didn’t scare me away from those. Yesterday I had this amazing dish called Sha-Ngoptsey, which was a Tibetian/Asian fare served on basmati rice. Then a few days before that I some bean and veggie stir fry on jasmine rice. (Siderant – doesn’t it annoy you when they don’t offer you brown rice instead of white? I’m not obsessing here – it’s just that if I’m gonna indulge my inner Carb-Whore I want options, dammit!)

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I’ve noticed that if I’m having any anxiety about food, I’ll just have some alcohol and forget my worries. Lord knows I wouldn’t be able to get by without my friends pigging out with/worse than me. Does that make me a bad person? If I see my friend eating more than me I feel better?

On another shopping note, I had this outfit – black beanie/beret (Forever 21), tunic tank (Zara…$7.99!!! On sale!!!), skinny belt, rosary, jeans etc – and I thought it would go just perfect with one more accessory…

MY NEW HOT-ASS LEATHER (fakefakefake) JACKET!!! I love it so much! And as if I didn’t splurge enough recently, I just had to. And rightfully (kinda) so, because it’s been f-to the-reezing over here recently.

Anyways, I’m off to make dindin, which shall be something involving stirfry or atleast broccoli. Hope all a y’all are doing amazing out there in cyberspace.

izzyy

xoxoxx

Two weeks past since last time I felt the sting of his hand on my ass…so when he called for me of course I couldn’t say no.  His roommate would be out for two short hours, how could that possibly be enough?  Again, when I saw his face and he reached for me I felt like I could finally breathe again.  I ran my hands across his body, knowing they would soon be tied again.  He was so hard everywhere, a symbol of his strength as my Master.  Every day I had to be a strong woman, to be in control, it felt so good to give myself over to him the minute we met eyes.  I only had to be strong enough to take the pain, to please him.  He tugged on my hair and I was immediately at his mercy.  My pulse quickened as he clamped his hand hard over my mouth.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered.  I complied, still feeling slightly self conscious in front of him.  His approving gaze set me at ease.

He called me to the middle of the room and kissed me as his hand landed hard on my ass.  I fondled his hard cock through his boxers.  “One, two, three,” he counted before each smack.  I liked how it reminded me of the way he gagged me when last we met.  He teased me, counting to two and then raring back to make me flinch in his arms.

“On your knees,” he ordered.  I complied, knowing how desperately I needed to feel him against my throat, even though I couldn’t.  He pulled it out and said, “Kiss it.”  I kissed the tip, sensing every part of him with my lips and then began kissing up the shaft, reverently worshipping it as long as I could.  “Good,” he murmured as he put it back in his pants.  How good he is at the tease.

“I’m going to go get the rope,” he said.  I smiled at him as he left the room, I thought I saw a sadness in his eyes and it disturbed me a bit.  He later admitted he wasn’t feeling very well.